Barinishtha

And that's the problem We all have a different Idea of love To some it may be heaven To some may it be hell It might be in between But if it's true, there must be pain But that's not how everything works, you know It's all a case of black and white We live in a world Where everything is extreme So are the things you feel No matter how much you want extremity It always must be Not black nor white But the greys in between About how it's never perfect You both will have to walk Towards each other, at your own pace And then, again, fall For each other, or for the idea of love... As long--as it's your call That's the problem We all have a different idea of love It's either heaven Or it's hell But nothing in between Well, that's not for me to say It's how it's always been Not found amidst the shades of grey But totally extreme They call my love a paradox And that's exactly how it seems